#tagged for express delievery

[2percentsugar]

@mokeymokey

https://www.jwz.org/blog/2020/02/rotary-cellphone-2/

“Why a rotary cellphone?”

“Because in a finicky, annoying, touchscreen world of hyperconnected people using phones they have no control over or understanding of, I wanted something that would be entirely mine, personal, and absolutely tactile, while also giving me an excuse for not texting….”

[theouterbankpogues]

kie and jj (+pope) after the movie night fight in episode 4

hehe first piece of ff for this fandom! excited and ready for all the slow burn, angst and character development. let’s all pray for that s2, but until then, here’s a little fic! any love is so greatly appreciated :))

pope decides to head back home after the fight and get some sleep because he has too much anxiety to stay in figure 8 after what happened with topper, rafe and kelce. after driving pope back home, kie decides to drop jj off until she realises how badly he’s bruised. what i imagine the rest of the night looked like for jj, pope and kiera

author : theouterbankpogues aka vi

fandom : kie x jj | outer banks on netflix

tags : mostly fluff

warnings : none

kie, pope and jj get back onto the mini-van and the adrenaline causing her heart to beat in her ears starts to subside 

she’s starts the engine, despite the pain, bruising and soreness setting in, pope and jj can almost feel her anger from the driver’s seat

“what the fuck did you do to them you assholes? you almost died tonight, are your egos as fucking big as your will to die? what the fu-”

“those damn kooks beat up pope with their golf clubs kie! were we just supposed to fucking take that?” “what the fuck did you say?”

the air got tense suddenly, kie’s anger seemed to shift, she pulled the brakes and the mini-van came to a halt underneath a flickering lamp post

she looked backed at them, her expression had softened; pope took it as an invitation to continue “i was just doing the delieveries for my dad and they ambushed me, said ‘no pogues on this side of the island’” he drew out a long sigh, “i was tired kie, tired of them always fucking winning, always getting the best of me”

“we sank the boat, topper’s new stupid wavesetter”

kie was quiet for what seemed like forever, pope and jj seemed to nervously glance at each other without knowing what else to do

“oh you absolute fucking justified idiots” she couldn’t help but leap out of the front seat and pull them both into a hug, she seemed to let go of a breath she didn’t even know she was holding 

after a string of moans and chuckles, she let them go, “the security cameras were out right?” “we think so” “you think so? god jj i swear-”

“don’t worry okay, they were out... theY were oUT!!”

she slapped them both across their non-bruised arms (she checked) and at the cue of their strangled string of curses, started driving again; “do y’all want to stay over at my house? i could sneak you in, it’s late and i just don’t want y’all to be alone right now.”

pope and jj couldn’t be more thankful for kie sometimes, but for pope, today wasn’t one of those days; ‘nah kie, i need to get home, i just need some sleep in my own bed, one that’s no where close to where those kooks imagine coming. i almost died tonight, safe to say i wanna wake up to my mom’s cooking’

so in ten minutes, she drops pope off and gives him another tight hug, just for her own comfort, to know that he was alright, that whatever they did, they were gonna manage it all together. 

she goes to close the mini-van door and that’s when she really sees how badly jj was also ambushed in the fight, he groans as he tries to beat her to closing the door. “uh uh, there’s no way you’re going home like this, how bad does it hurt?” it’s not as bad as it-” “stop bulshitting me, you have a bust lip and i saw kelce get some good hits to your stomach, do you even have a first aid kit back home?”

the pointed tone she used with him and the pain of the bruising willed him to shut up and accept his fate he was secretly (and genuinely) sort of thankful for it, he really didn’t want to go home

after sneaking into the house and successfully into her room, kie switches on a lamp light; “i’m gonna go get the first aid kit, go take a shower so i can put something on your wounds” she whispers while tossing a towel to jj, she used the same pointed tone that made it non-negotiable, he sighed

“a pair of track-pants and a hoodie are on the second drawer on the left, you’re my size, it should fit.” she says as quiet remark while closing the door behind her 

when she re-enters the room, she finds a very half-naked jj setting the towel aside. he knowingly smirks at her.

she does try to will a pool in her stomach she doesn’t recognise, her friends were all so goddamn attractive omg

“oh shut up you asshole” 

jj tries to keep his heart steady at her voice slightly strained like that, what was that? 

she gestures him onto the bed and he obediently sits opposite her. the mattress sinks at his weight almost too comfortably; it was something jj was still getting used to, they’d been friends for so long but her privilege always stunned him. 

she handed him some vaseline and gestured to his lips, “it’ll make sure the rest of your lip doesn’t dry out because of the cut, you’ll thank me tomorrow” 

she actively pretends not to notice how soft his lips looked under the dim light and how intently his blue eyes were staring at her

“yes ma’am” 

she tries not to grin at how that nonchalantly makes her heart flutter, god he was such an idiot

she moves on to examine his torso, there was a littering of small pale-blue and purple bruises on him 

she carefully begins to work her way through them with some cotton balls and ointment

jj finds it so weird how gentle she is, her brows are furrowed in concentration and she hums in satisfaction as she does every two or so bruises

he can’t help but think of how beautiful she is, just so purely beautiful and so so cool. her hair was so curly and her skin looked so soft...

sure she’d done this before - pope, him and jb had gotten into so much trouble in the last few years, but a year without her making sure they were okay had weirdly changed it

he realises how much he missed her not being there the last year she spent full kook

their comfortable silence, with her tending to the bruises and jj thinking about her the shenanigans they’d managed to get into over the years, was only broken when she stood back up to re-pack the first aid kit

she continues “im gonna go shower, you can take the bed, i’ll just sleep on the couch”

“no it’s okay, i’m definitely taking the couch-”

“my house my rules asshole, you’re taking the bed”

and there was that tone again, only his exhaustion seemed to give him courage to retort

“kie i’m not letting you sleep on the couch, we can share the bed” jj didn’t even realise those words coming out until they did 

kie tried not to make it a big deal, she was taken a back sure, but she was chill..... so chill

“okay then, sharing it is”

that’s when jj registered their exchange

ten minutes later, after she had changed into some pj shorts and a t-shirt, she realised jj still hadn’t put a shirt on and was asleep soundly under the comforter

as soon as he felt the comforter dip next to him, he turned to face her, mostly asleep kie ignored her heart racing

“thank you” 

jj slept so incredibly peaceful that night 

ofc they woke up comfortably snuggling, they swore never to speak of it again

[chubberbaria]

Baria x fat!Jumin 👀👀?

:eyes: :eyes: Oh yes please

Baria sighed checking his dutiful ipad, checking off his list of things to do. People to see. Deliveries to retrieve. The usual tasks of a secratary. Most were surprised that the replacement Jumin had gotten for Jaehee was male, since all the previous had been female. It was a girls job, most told him. But Baria couldn’t care less, especially not when his boss was as hot as he was. 

Another delivery? Baria thought to himself as he looked over the email, Jumin has been getting a lot of gift baskets lately. Baria couldn’t truely understand why, it wasn’t like it was the CEO’s birthday or anything. But, nonetheless, Baria was down to pick up said deievery for the big boss. 

Baria paused as he stood in the foyer, a... A pizza delievery man? 

“Um, hello.” Baria greeted formally as he approached the young teen, just trying to make ends meet. 

“Hey, uh... Delievery for Jumin Han?” Even the tee seemed confused saying it, and standing in a multimillion dollar building where he could find his reflection in most anything. 

“That is... Correct.” Baria hesitated, but took the food and gave the money. Instructing the teen to keep the change. 

Baria held the warm pizzas in his arms, two bottles of pop in a bag were also there too. What the hell was happening? Was this a joke? he sighed simply, no need to question it. Baria went to the elevator and used the key to get up to Jumins pent house. 

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Jumin huffed, he swore these pants fit yesterday... though that was before the all you can eat buffet. Jumin would have to get a new pair of fat pants...and to get tailored, for what felt like the third time in the last two months. 

he slid a pale hand along his milky thighs, his fingers softly feeling the divots created by cellulite and stretch marks. They lined his once clear skin like jet streams in the sky, He would blush softly looking at them. Jumin found they were rather beautiful to look at. His hands went next to his more supple bottom, they more than filled his palms as they spilled over. 

next was his stomach, which now hung over his kitten patterned briefs. Lifting the belly it flopped down in a jiggly mess, this also caused Jumin to blush and feel rather odd. 

He had began to gain weight ever since Baria convinced him to get deep fried food. 

Jumin still remembered the night rather clearly, it was himself, the other RFA members, and Baria. Since Jumin insisted on letting him tag along, he was fond of his new assistant.

Baria insisted he tried the french fries and chicken tenders. Jumin then proceeded to eat more than enough. 

His thoughts were intterupted by the sound of the elevator arriving. 

Baria came out, huffing as his hands were full. “Jumin!” He called. 

the CEO flushed, quickly slipping on somethign that fit: sweats and a tshirt. It was unregal, and something he honestly didn’t want Baria to see him it, but what other choice did he have?

Baria was just setting the pizza’s down when he turned and saw Jumin. Blushing as he noted that he looked... A lot fatter than normal, especially in that clingy white tshirt. He could see how flabby he’d gotten, Baria swallowed staring at his chest. 

“The pizza’s... thank you for picking them up for me.” Jumin smiled, Elizabeth purred and jumped onto the table to smell the boxes. 

“that is my job.” Baria said a tad sarcastic, was Jumins ass tight in those sweats?... “I was shocked to see you got pizza Jumin...” 

“Well... After having the fried chicken, I wondered if all commoner food tasted like that.’ He said rather thoughtfully, Baria watched as he took a greasly slice and let it slide down his throat. 

Baria’s mouth felt so very dry. 

“Commoner food is good, eh?” Baria said, offering a smile as he clenched the ipad. His eyes trained on Jumins plump lips as he licked them. Getting any excess grease off as he moved to the next. 

“It’s extrordinary! I’ve never had anything so delicious.” Jumin expressed as he continued to eat. 

Baria licked his own lips, but not because he was hungry. But because his mouth felt like it was a desert. His stomach made so many knots, he thought he might just keel over. He of course,  had been noticing his Boss’s recent gain. But really tried to not say anything about it; which was more difficultly said than done. 

Baria had a thing for bigger men, he had a thing for men in power. He had a thing for Jumin. So all these factors adding onto each other, well it might just be able to kill a man. He listened and watched as Jumin ate. Grunting and groaning in pleasure as he filled himself. He watched as Jumin rubbed his bloating belly. His abdomen making work of the tshirt he wore, causing it to strain more and more as he went. 

How badly Baria wanted to grope that stomach. 

His mind was lost, in a trance as he watched the other eat. Unable to click out of it, even as Jumin was talking to him. Baria shook his head and met Jumin’s eyes, who was now looking at him with a curious look. Baria swallowed, feeling like he might get eaten. 

“Is something wrong?” 

Those words rang out to Baria. Was something wrong?

“Sorry sir, just tired.” Baria insisted.